Note: This is about a girl who falls in love with Brendon, but has a rocky road to conquer.
Chapter 1



Gloria can't see. She was born that way, and

that's how she'll always remain. But she

doesn't have to see to love Panic at the Disco.

She used her other senses. She could smell,

feel, hear and she has a vivid imagination.

This is her story. I'm sad to say that I must

write these sad events. Her life, her love. And

now, you read, in hopes of discovering the

secret of her life.



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Gloria's POV


"Gloria?" a voice asked me. "Who are you?" I

asked, scared.

"It's Elli." I breathed out a sigh of relief. I

was at the mall. "Ok. Imagine this; a pale pink

tank top with vertical black stripes. It would

look PERFECT on you." my friend told me. I

imagined it at once, and nodded. That's how we

shopped. She described, I imagined. It was

just the way I lived my life.


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"A ONE, a TWO, a ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR!" I

yelled and began to play the drums. How I could

play them without seeing, I, didn't know, I

just, did...

Elli sang the song while her twin Verena played

guitar and my younger sister Clementine played

bass.

"Girls-guess what." Elli said when we had

finished. I nodded. "WE'VE BEEN SIGNED!! FUELED

BY RAMEN SIGNED US!!!" she screamed, us soon

joining. "So, we're playing our first concert

in...Vegas." she told me, and I grinned.

"Vegas? SWEET." I said. Life was pretty good so

far in my 18 years. Pretty Odd, but Pretty Good.

PLEASE comment!!

This message has been edited. Last edited by: Peacock,

Hmm I suppose it sucks?

i like it...and the pink top that she described sounds cool...

and MOAR!!! I COMMAND THEE!!

btw, I'm Maggie, nice to meet you!

this sounds cool...
consider yourself lucky. i usually don't feel like reading random fanfics but i'm going to read this one, just because.
update soon!

quote:

Originally posted by laurennn:
i usually don't feel like reading random fanfics

thats weird, i ALWAYS feel like reading random fanfics...it boosts my self esteem somehow...

maybe that should've been worded differently, i do feel like reading them, but with my own fanfic and homework and all that i only really have time to read one or two at a time.

OMG I LOVE THIS SO FAR UPDATE!

Gloria slowly packed the last of her stuff. As

usual, her sister Clementine was talking her

through the stuff that she picked up. Gloria

didn't really care. She didn't even know what

she looked like. "Clementine?" she asked. "What

do I look like?" Clementine sighed. "Well, you

have thin, moon blond hair and pale, pale,

pale, pale, REALLY pale blue eyes. Your skin is

as white as...paper, really, and you have lips

like blood. Your really pretty," she told me.

"And you?" I pressed. "Well, my hair is darker

and thinner. It's Dark blond. My eyes are green

like dad's. My skin is as white as yours and my

lips are paler then yours. I look like dad, and

you look like mom," she told me. I smiled. "I'm

sure your really pretty." I said quietly.

"Thanks, Gloria..." Clementine said and hugged

me. "So now, let's get going or we'll miss our

flight! It's a long flight to Las Vegas from

Prince Edward Island, you know," she told me,

and I sighed. I would miss the smallest

province in Canada. The smells of the flowers,

the feeling that you got when you were outside,

she would just, miss it.

As well as her parents. They were so supporting

when she was a child. They treated her as they

would any girl. They made her feel

almost...normal. But no-She would never be

normal.
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ooooh...interesting much!

more? please? pwetty pwease? with a lisp on top?

With a wat??

A lisp...nevermind.

With a Jon on top?

I like this!!
its original!
MOOOREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
pleaasseeee

YESYESYES!!!*Takes husband*
CHAPTER 2!!



Clementine's POV



"Bye!!!" I waved as my parents drove away from

the airport. "So, where to now?" I asked

hyperly. Gloria shrugged as I helped her into a

wheelchair. "We search-wait. YOU search for

Elli and Verena, they'll know the way to the

magical Las Vegas plane! I can't search." I saw

her smirk. Great. "Excuse me," came a voice.

"Did you say Vegas? I might be able to help."



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Gloria's POV


I shrugged. "I guess..." I said. Clementine

whispered urgently in my ear; "He's really

cute,". I glared at her. "Oh,yes, shove it in

my face about sight." I hissed under my breath.

"So why can't you help?" the male voice aked.

"I'm Brendon, by the way." I closed my eyes and

sighed. "I'm blind." I said, and I didn't need

to see to know his face wqas a perfect picture

of astonishment.



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Velena's POV



"So, then, I was like, Well, Mom, I'm going to

Vegas. Then Dad was like, noooo your not!" I

said to the bored woman at the desk. "Listen,

kid, these people have flights to catch!" she

said, and hurried me off. I turned to scowl at

her, but I didn't because, as usual, there was

this cute boy. He seemed familiar-wait-that's

Spencer Smith! "AHHH!!!" I squealed, and ran to

meet him, Elli right behind me. "SPENCER!!!" I

screamed. Spencer looked at us, then at our

PATD shirts and rolled his eyes. "I don't have

a pen, so you'd better have one..." he sighed.

We looked at each other. "Well, we were just

wondering-you know that band meet? With the 4

bands?" we asked, and Spencer nodded. "Ya, us,

FOB, MCR and that new band, Crazy as Can Be..."

We giggled. "Well, we're pretty excited about

that!" We squealed. "Let me guess-going to one

of our joined shows?" We nodded. "Actually, we

HAVE to, and we HAVE to go to all of them, you

see, WE'RE CACB!!!" Spencer rolled his eyes.

"Ya, toootally..." he sighed, and walked off,

handing us each a signed picture.



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Spencer's POV


Those girls DID kinda look like the girls in

the picture of CACB......Could they possibly...?

No. It wasn't possible.

WHAT? Spencer, don't be mean!

can i be in this? if not, then its still REALLY cool!

MOAR!!!

Or I'll tie Jon to a chair until you update...*gets rope*

*Will update for adoption*